March 24, 2010

A cop with a heart

I just got to work.  On my way, this traffic cop stopped me.  He wanted to check my papers.  I don't like stopping for showing the papers.  Well, who likes it all anyway?

He beckons me to park the bike on the side of the road and quite annoyed, I give full throttle, the bikes moves with a loud vrooooom, and I stop it near the edge.  The cop, being a good man he is, sees my impatience and asks me if I am in a hurry to reach office.  I don't answer him, but I am busy taking the papers out of the bag.  He asks me again, this time a little louder, "Are you getting late for work?  Are you in a hurry?"  I still don't want to answer him; but I have to.  I say "Yes" and nod my head.  He says "If you are in a hurry, why don't you just say that?  Go, go".  And he sends me off without seeing my papers.  This really pissed me off.

I mean, what the hell?  This cop here, he was doing his job.  Asking people to show their papers is part of his job.  What's the big deal if I am in a hurry?  And he'd just let me go just because I overslept and I'm running late?  grumble grumble!

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